Beautiful spring outing in Surabaya, the endless scenery is new.
Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere.
When the weather is sunny, the river in Surabaya is green, and the endless scenery is completely new. Anyone can see the face of spring. The spring breeze is full of flowers and colors, and the scenery of spring is everywhere.
Second, "reading experience, on"
Half an acre of square pond opened, and the sky was overcast.
Why is the water in the pond so clear? Because there is inexhaustible living water for it.
Half an acre of square pond is like a mirror, and the sky and clouds are shining and floating on the water. Why is the water in the pond so clear? It is because there is an inexhaustible source that continuously delivers living water to it.
Third, "Persuasion Poetry"?
The days of youth are easy to pass away, and learning is difficult to succeed, so cherish every inch of time and don't let it go easily.
Before the sweet spring grass grows in the pond, the plane leaves in front of the steps have rustled in the autumn wind.
The days of youth are easy to pass, but learning is difficult to succeed, so every inch of time cannot be easily let go. The dream of growing spring grass in the pond is still awake, and the leaves of plane trees rustle in the autumn wind in front of the steps.
Fourth, "Autumn Moon"
The Qingxi River crosses Bishantou, and the empty water is clear and fresh in autumn.
Three miles away from the world of mortals, white clouds and red leaves are two long.
The clear stream flows through the green hills, hangs in the air and pours down. Clear sea water and blue sky form a clear Qiu Jingtu in the moonlight. Leaving the world 30 miles away this autumn, there are leisurely white clouds in the air and leisurely red leaves on the mountains. How intoxicating the quiet autumn scenery is!
Five, "Nine Days of Dongfeng Taoist Pu Gong's Work"
Looking back on the dream cloud pass a few years ago, I returned to the temple this day.
Check the New Year between the beams and greet the old Western Hills on the stage.
There is no evidence for the ending of the story, and the origin of all laws is idle.
Laughing and supporting each other, new poetry does not fall between languages.
For several years, I have been dreaming of this unforgettable East Peak, but today I revisited my old place and my temple has turned gray. Look at the swallows between the beams. They fly around. I don't know how many new years have passed. The old Xishan seen on the stage still welcomes old friends as before. After all, there is no evidence for what Buddhists call "Sansheng", and the "cosmic law" held by Buddhism is actually based on leisure. You may not be satisfied with my opinion after meeting and laughing, but the poem expressing the joy of reunion is just not in this language.